It's me not my ghost
Now standing before your verdict
It's me not my ghost
Just standing in front of your mortality
It's me and feel quite clearly
Your passion will throw you from dreams
You dreamt throughout your falsehood to stand
By the stand of meaningless falsiness
Exactly the fallen feather can't be a bird
By its whole affirmity!
Pranab k c
03/04/2018
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